Hate is what I feel for you,
And I want you to know that I want you dead.
You´re late for the execution...
If you´re not here soon, I´ll kill your friend instead.

All the pain I feel
Couldn´t start to heal
Although I would like it to

I hate you and your apathy.
You can leave, you can leave, I don´t want you here.
I´m playing this pantomime,
But I don´t see you showing any signs of fear.

All the pain I feel
Couldn´t start to heal
Although I would like it to
This time I´m for real
My pain can not heal
You will be dead when I´m through

[Chorus]

Pain and execution
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
The air... yeah

I am, I am Israel´s son
Israel´s son I am
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air